....I don't....."
"You really don't remember this, do you?" Julia said softly.
Sandra shook her head. "I swear I didn't. I mean.....There were a couple
days during
shooting I'd have trouble getting to sleep but.......nothing to indicate
anything like this."
"Something's wrong," Julia said, biting her lip. "Way wrong." She paused in
thought and
nodded. "Come on, I know a place where we can get answers."
"You sure this is okay?" Sandra said as she and Julia entered Benjamin
Bratt's apartment,
Julia pocketing her key.
"He cheated on me, I think coming to his apartment with the key he gave me
is okay,"
Julia remarked. She led the way to Benjamin's bedroom, into his closet. "I saw
him go at this
when he thought I was asleep," Julia said.
She pulled up a small shelf and took out a small lockbox. "Damn, need a
key."
"Give me that," Sandra said. She took out a hairpin and started fiddling
with the lock,
breaking it open far faster than Julia would have thought. "Amazing how many
times you lock
yourself out of the house," she shrugged as she opened it.
Inside the box were some videotapes and a packet of photos. Julia began to
leaf through
them and stopped dead. "Oh my god."
Sandra looked over her shoulder and felt her jaw drop.